In this Galileo looks back on how much his life had changed starting from the night of the Rhapsody. I don't own We Will Rock You.
The once pristine charcoal grey suit was now creased, ripped in places. The highly polished shoes were now heavily scuffed, visible signs of wear and tear. His blonde hair was badly greasy, Meat had instantly recognised the marks of a brain drain. She looked at the man who had given he order that murdered Britney with was that pity? I was stunned, sometimes I don't know what goes though her head sometimes. Let alone Scara's, I shake my head.
It must be taking a lot of self control for Meat not to go for him, even in his weaken state.
"Pop, would you get some painkillers?" She had seen the look of confusion on my face. "The brain drain leaves you with a huge headache." Her hand slowly moved to her forehead with most likely a subconscious command. Pop slipped into the small room behind the bar counter. He retuned with two small white tablets, the same tablets that Scara had him get for me after the party we had to mark the Rhapsody. Meat slowly coxed Kasohggi to sit up. She offered the painkillers to him. He took them with the cold water that Meat had asked for. She had even set up a small room off to the side for him to recover. Like it or not he was now one of us, we look after our own. I cross my arms across my chest, making sure that Meat knew my stance on our current situation.
As always please read and review. Yeah I know I've spelt his name wrong. Sorry if anyone seems out of character. Till next time best wishes.
M.
